Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The Shrek Seven Devils who went on their travels were safe, as Xiao Wu had a secret technique provided by Tang Hao that prevented her from revealing the aura of a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

At this point, a year had passed since the Soul Master Competition ended.

For the entire year, Tang San stayed with his father, Tang Hao, cultivating in this desolate forest.

There was no hustle and bustle of the city, no academy courses, no teammates to accompany them, only day after day of hammering practice, soul power circulation, and physical training.

Tang Hao's requirements for Tang San were extremely strict, even harsh.

Every day before dawn, they would get up, run dozens of laps around the valley, then jump into the icy pool and soak for half an hour, followed by swinging the hammer thousands and thousands of times until their arms ached so much they couldn't lift them.

For the first few months, Tang San was so exhausted that he collapsed on the ground almost every day, and he didn't even have the strength to eat.

But he gritted his teeth and persevered.

The shadow of the Spirit Hall always loomed over the two of them.

The hatred of the Clear Sky Sect is still waiting for Tang San to bear; he has no right to complain about being tired.

Tang Hao sat on a rock not far away, holding a wine flask in his hand, taking a sip every now and then.

His gaze followed Tang San's figure the whole time, his eyes showing both sternness and relief.

Tang Hao had witnessed his son's progress throughout the year of training.

He had mastered the Haotian Hammer technique quite well, and he had even honed the Chaotic Cloak Thirty-Six Hammers to the point of being able to control them at will. He was also becoming more and more proficient in the various secret techniques of the Haotian Sect.

"boom!"

Tang San's final hammer blow shattered the boulder in front of him into two pieces.

He exhaled a long breath, put away the Clear Sky Hammer, and turned to look at Tang Hao.

"Dad, I've broken through."

Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undisguised joy.

Tang Hao put down the wine pouch, stood up, walked to Tang San, put his hand on Tang San's shoulder, and probed into him with his soul power, sensing him for a moment.

Then, a rare smile appeared on his rugged face, weathered by years of hardship.

"Level 40, that's right."

Tang Hao patted Tang San on the shoulder and laughed, "You brat, your cultivation speed is even faster than I expected."

Tang San grinned and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Dad, can I go hunt for my fourth spirit ring now?"

Tang Hao nodded, but then frowned, as if he had remembered something.

He paced back and forth for a few moments, then slowly spoke: "Xiao San, there's something I need to tell you in advance."

"After you have absorbed your fourth spirit ring, I will use a secret technique of our sect on you."

"Secret technique?"

Tang San looked at his father with curiosity.

"This secret technique can only be used once in a lifetime."

Tang Hao's gaze turned serious as he explained, "It can compress your soul power to the extreme between levels 40 and 50. On the surface, your soul power level will not change much, and may even decrease slightly, but the actual soul power stored will be much more abundant than that of a soul master of the same level."

"When the seal is lifted in the future, your soul power will experience a significant and explosive increase."

Tang San's eyes lit up, and he asked in surprise, "There's such a secret technique?"

"The foundation of the Haotian Sect is much deeper than you imagine."

Tang Hao's tone carried a hint of arrogance, but he quickly composed himself.

"However, this secret technique puts a great strain on your body and must be performed when you are in your best condition."

"Therefore, the matter of hunting for spirit rings cannot be taken lightly; we must choose the most suitable spirit beast."

Tang San nodded, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Hao with a determined gaze, saying, "Dad, I plan to absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring when I get my fourth spirit ring."

Tang Hao's expression changed instantly.

"What did you say? A fourth spirit ring that's been around for ten thousand years?"

Tang Hao's voice suddenly rose, his eyes filled with shock.

"Are you crazy? The energy impact of a ten-thousand-year soul ring is something a level forty body simply can't withstand!"

"What's more, there's the mental attack from the remnant soul of a soul beast, that's deadly!"

“Wang Teng did it.”

Tang San did not back down. He looked directly into his father's eyes and explained, "I saw it with my own eyes at the Soul Master Competition."

"His fourth spirit ring is black, a ten-thousand-year spirit ring, and its age is definitely not low."

"If Wang Teng can do it, so can I."

Tang Hao fell silent.

Tang San discovered during the Soul Master Competition that Wang Teng's fourth soul ring was ten thousand years old.

Although Wang Teng deliberately controlled the appearance of his spirit rings during the match.

When releasing a soul skill, suppress the appearance of the soul ring. Even when the soul ring appears when using full power, try to control its color as much as possible.

However, Tang San's Purple Demon Eye was not just for show.

Those eyes that could see through illusions clearly captured the black spirit ring that appeared for only a moment under Wang Teng's feet during the finals.

Twelve thousand years.

Tang San could see it clearly.

He had never mentioned this to his father, because Tang San knew that his father would make a big fuss about it, given his personality.

But now, Tang San intends to fight for the same opportunity for himself, so he has no choice but to bring this up.

“Wang Teng…”

Tang Hao murmured the name, his brows furrowing into a knot.

He was no stranger to this boy.

During the Soul Master Competition, he personally witnessed several matches played by Shenfeng Academy.

The young man's poison, flames, and spinning top martial spirit all left a deep impression on Tang Hao.

In particular, Wang Teng's cultivation speed was remarkable. He was a boy with innate soul power of level 5 who came from a small Tiger King Village. In just a few years, he reached the Soul Master level, and his fourth soul ring was even ten thousand years old.

Even Tang San couldn't match this speed.

How did you find out?

Tang Hao asked.

"Purple Demon Eye".

Tang San replied briefly, "Although Wang Teng's spirit rings were suppressed in color when they were released, they couldn't escape my eyes."

Tang Hao fell silent again.

He paced back and forth in front of the rocks, his heavy footsteps making the gravel crunch.

Tang San stood aside, not urging him, but simply waiting quietly.

After a long while, Tang Hao stopped, turned around, and looked at Tang San.

A complex look flashed in his eyes, a mixture of worry and hesitation.

"Little San, a fourth spirit ring that's been around for ten thousand years... this is no joke."

Tang Hao's voice was deep and hoarse as he said, "Although your physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, there must be a secret that Wang Teng is unaware of, given that he was able to absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring."

"Perhaps it's because they consumed some rare and precious herbs, or perhaps it's because of some special cultivation technique."

"We don't know his background, so we can't blindly follow his example."

"dad……"

Just as Tang San was about to speak, Tang Hao raised his hand to stop him.

"How about this?"

Tang Hao took a deep breath, his gaze hardening.

"I'm going out to try and figure out the secret of Wang Teng's ten-thousand-year soul ring."

"If we can find a way to help him successfully absorb the ten-thousand-year spirit ring, we'll give it a try; if we can't, you'll just have to obediently absorb the thousand-year spirit ring and don't take any risks."

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing his father's unquestionable gaze, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Yes, Dad."

Tang San silently said to himself: Wang Teng, I'm sorry, but a common man is innocent, and possessing a treasure is a crime.

Tang Hao then agreed and turned to leave.

Before leaving, Tang Hao turned back to look at Tang San and instructed him, "Cultivate diligently and don't slack off."

"When I come back, I want to see that your hammering skills have reached a new level."

"Yes!"

Tang San nodded.

Tang Hao said no more and strode into the depths of the forest, quickly disappearing into the dense thicket.

Tang San stood by the waterfall, watching his father's figure disappear into the distance. Then he turned around, summoned the Clear Sky Hammer again, and aimed it at the next boulder.

One hammer blow, two hammer blows, three hammer blows...

The roar of water and the dull thud of hammers echoed through the valley.

Chapter 398 The Evolution of the Eight Spider Lances, Mental Cultivation Method

After the engagement, Wang Teng did not stay at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for long.

Three days later, he took Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing and, through the space travel of Bone Douluo, arrived at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well once again.

This time it wasn't a short period of cultivation, but a long period of seclusion.